Musicians dream

What Up, Dude!

            Derek busted through the door and went to the front to ask to use the printer . After he got permission, he went back to the printer, determined to make the band. After making 100 copies he tried spreading them around town my putting them on fences, electrical posts, and more. After doing that for a little, he still had 80 to put up. He obviously needed some help. Then, in the distance he came to see a little black speck just sitting still. He got a little closer to see that black speck was actually.. Helena! Perfect timing too.
             "Sup Helena!" He yelled, only to be interrupted by a gang of teenagers who scared the shit out of him, from the surprise. Damn, I guess Gerard was right.  Only to realize one of them had a black eye... and had red hair. "Hmmm where do I know him from." Derek thought. Ah yes, the identification of a fuckboy, and the bitch of the school.. Travis.
              "Well say something ya big dummy!" Derek exclaimed, trying to use humor as an escape route of being crushed. Travis didn't say anything, signaling his buddies to terminate Derek's face, it has appeared, indeed, that his plan backfired and there's no doubt about that. Derek starts running, well as fast as he could, of course, but Travis' buddies were on his ass. Derek takes a unexpected sharp turn and hides in a bush of a backyard. Travis' buddies are confused what happened
               "Come out, come out, where ever you are!" One of them exclaimed, cracking their knuckles. Derek's breathing was deep and heavy, but when of the sidekicks passed, he had to hold his breath. Once they passed him he waited for a bit, and then he popped up to see where Travis was. He jumped for a second and he saw Travis down about a block, then he turned to look at Derek and he went down so fast it was like a game of Whack-A-Mole. After sneaking out the other way he went around Travis, he saw that Helena had already left.
                  "Damnit" He said to himself. He then made a check around him to make sure she wasn't around. Then he observed the porch of a particular someone doing homework..
                   "Josh! How you doing man!" John then peered over to see this wide-eyed emo asshole.
                   "You mean John? And I swear to God if you ask me for a favor.."
                   "Wellll, I kinda, like, need a favor." Derek then smiled with those puppy eyes.
                   "What the fuck do you want Derek"
                   "I need to hang these up around the  neighborhood, and I'm too lazy to do, like, everything. You feel me?" Derek had a anxious smile on him and gave John a playful punch on the shoulder that wasn't necessarily appreciated. John took a quick look at the flyer and saw that it was for a band not a 'Project' He noticed he needed a Guitarist, Drummer, and Bassist.
                    "Well, who's gonna be the singer?" John asked curiously.
                   "Well, me of course!" John answered
                  "Pfffffft!" John started cracking up, and when I mean cracking up, I mean literally on the floor gasping for air. "You!" Laughing in between words "Sing!?" this went on for like 30 seconds more. John finally answered, "Fine I'll set up your stupid posters." With tears in his eyes. About an hour and a half later, they were all done. It was getting dark, and Derek didn't want to get jumped again and he'll just go home and accept the punishment. He was so not ready for this.
                    "Mom! I'm home!"
                    "Get your ass over here right this instant! I just got an email from Mr. Butterbehlt saying you've been suspended. What is happening to my baby!" Derek was trying to ignore everything right now. He wasn't in the mood for this. After what had seemed like she stopped, he walked away... He wasn't aware of his punishments but he walked away anyway. "Derek Jones get your ass over her this instant! You hear me! Fine! that's-" Everything else was kinda muffled.
                     He decided to go to sleep cause he was exhausted, like, extremely exhausted. Next thing he remembers is him waking up to his phone ringing violently.
                     "Hello?" Derek asked into the phone
                     "What's up, man!" An unfamiliar voice answered.